Last night was another very windy night, more so than Monday night. We woke a few times and laid awake listening to the caravan getting battered. I’m not sure what time the wind died down, but suddenly it is eight o’clock, the sun is shining and it’s not a bad morning. I think that we are actually now getting used to the buffeting of the caravan in these winds and a little more confident that we are not, unless it gets a lot stronger, going to tumble over or take off over the edge of the campo. The temperature last night fell to 0.9 degrees and is now about 2.5, it feels like minus six in the breeze that is left over.
Mags and Allen are not playing tennis this morning. Allen is working and Mags is busy preparing for them to fly to the UK tomorrow. Elayne and I are going down for a knock around and then we will go shopping whilst we are down at HO.
The builders were on site by half past eight this morning and are pressing on with putting the ceiling frame work up. It’s very cold up there for them and they have their hoods and hats on again today. I can’t say that I blame them.
I remember just after I came out of the forces (in 1965-6 would you believe?) and worked in Folkestone for Rediffusion. We spent one cold and windy day putting cables under and across a playing field. The icy cold wind was blowing straight off the English channel at us. That evening and the very next day I was physically ill. Today we would call it suffering from mild exposure, but then we just knew that we were not well due to the cold.
Elayne and I had a good knock -up (tennis in case you forgot) for an hour down at HO. We shopped and then came home for lunch and chill out before our usual Wednesday evening activities. The wind has stayed calm, thank goodness, it’s sunny but the temperature is down at about 8 degrees ambient (feels like about 3 degrees).
The builders are charging ahead with the roof supports, see pictures.